Glitchedknives - Antisepticeye

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WHAT FORM OF LOVE DO YOU EMBODY?

love as violence

[ love as bloodshed, crimson as a knife slipped between your ribs ] when ocean vuong said "to arrive at love, then, is to arrive through obliteration" and when franz kafka said "you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love" and when ada limon said "how do you love? like a fist. like a knife" and when richard siken said "sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine"

tagged by: @nosac-glave​

tagging: @carriageofaerietails​ @bomsplode​ and anyone else who wants to do it

FULL NAME : Antisepticeye

TITLE(S) : The Glitch Demon

NICKNAME(S) : Anti

╳ FLAWS.

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive

♔ STRENGTHS.

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny

🖌 SKILLS & HOBBIES.

art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | belly dancing | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leather-working | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | singing

tagged by @bomsplode tagging: whoever wants to do it

The touch of her fingertips on his skin makes his arm  g l i t c h  and shiver, little bursts of static following in their wake. Anti’s hand is surprisingly still, the blade pressed steadily to the other’s throat. ❝It could be,❞ he hums, curious about her reaction, watching closely. Most people freeze, cry, or deliver such sweet little whimpers when his knife is so near. Not Jinx. And frankly, that’s more fun. Unpredictable. As long as the demon wasn’t seeking those other reactions, which right now he wasn’t, the girl was lucky to not have her throat slit and spilling blood this very second. ❝Would ya like it? I wouldn’t mind giving ya a stab, might even let ya pick the spot!❞ Anti giggled, a high pitched sound that pierced the air.

His form flickers in and out, irritated at the assumption his presence needs to be tolerated. ( which was likely true...definitely true ) But still, it makes a low growl rumble in his chest before he scoffs at her. Jinx is lucky he enjoys this game as much as she does. always watching, always playing

Again static dances in the air around them, demon eyes going black as ink with the hint of pain shooting up his arm as blunt nails dug into his pale skin. Jinx grinned wide, throat getting almost impossibly closer the blade. Anti glances down, almost annoyed at the fact she could have cut herself before he had the chance.

That train of thought leaves as quickly as it came, Jinx’s questions catching his attention instead. Anti looks around them, dark hues seeing nothing but air surrounding them. He’s disappointed, for a second, wanting to see her delusions. Hoping they would appear as he does, distorted and wrong. It would have been fun to have more things like himself to torment and play with little miss Jinxy.

Of course he doesn’t say there is nothing no one there. Where would the  f u n  in that be? No, instead his lips curl into a cruel smile, eyes flashing wildly. ❝He̡̕͞e̷̢h͢͠e̷͢eh̢̕a͞a̡he̡̛ę́hȩe͘!!!❞ Anti cackled, static and flashes of redgreenblue around him.  ❝I see everything, don’t you know that by now? Real? Not real? I see it all!❞ He continues laughing, it growing louder and more manic as Jinx pulls away. The demon lets her, this now more interesting to him then a knife to the throat. ❝S̵H̢̀͘U̧T̡U̕͢P͏́͜SHU̡T́̕U̴̸P̸S͡͡H̵͡U͏T̨͡U̧͟͡P̶!̴ ̀͡H͏͘͞A̢̡H̕͝AHA͜͡A̧҉͝A̷̸͞!̕❞

Continued @glitchedknives​

Little giggles burst forth from her mouth, even when they don’t belong. ❝ What’s all this, then? A present? For little old me? ❞ Her hand trails up his arm, dragging over it until multicolored nails land upon the occupied hand. They splay out just to get a chance to touch the knife. Cold steel, though she can feel it upon her throat as well. It pierces her with its chill, peaceful upon her throat otherwise.

Not for long, the shadows mock. He’ll kill you eventually. You’re just a J I N X AND THAT’S ALL YOU’LL EVER–

They stop talking. It’s just to allow Anti to say his piece, confirming all of it, pulling at every insecurity nestled within her chest. Yet her expression refuses to break. Momentary insanity leaves her eyes flicking away from him, but it’s not enough to pull her attention away entirely.

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carriageofaerietails​:

Red, green, blue. Red, green, blue. The haphazard colours reflected chaotically in the whites of Mireya’s distant eyes, her gaze only shifting to take Anti in after his manic laughter broke the silence of the room. Whatever he’d said to her had gone in one of the ‘doll’s’ ears and out of the other.

All of a sudden, Mireya giggled with him, though the gesture was soft and hollow. The smile that lingered bore an undercurrent of pain. She looked down into her lap, a bloodied knife dormant on the ruined fabric. Even the knife itself was damaged, as if someone had taken a good chunk out of the sharp metal.

“I killed him.” She said. Where the knife had come from was a mystery. It could have been one of Anti’s that had been carelessly left somewhere, or it might have belonged to the victim that was now scattered into puzzle pieces all around the dark room. “I killed him with this knife. Now I’m almost like you.”

The demon is giggling to himself, continuing his mindless doodling in the blood. His gaze flickers between the blood, the  s c a t t e r e d  pieces of the corpse and his doll. So many interesting things to view in this moment. Where to look, where to look?

A quiet giggle joins his own, and Anti snaps his eyes towards Mireya. A wicked grin now on his lips. 

❝Yͣͬͣ̀͌óu͑ ̷̈͂ͥ͋̃̿̽did,❞ he hums. ❝You killed him good and dead! And made such a p̶ret̸t͠y͡ me̕ss̸.❞ Anti glitches out, disappearing and reappearing around the room, taking in the gore of the butchered body. (Impressive) The weapon, a spare knife belonging to Anti, did it’s job. Although it seemed to take some unfortunate damage in the process, it would be rather useless now.

Almost like Anti? Oh, sweet little doll. No one is like Anti.

❝Nah, if you were anything like me you’d be laughing right now,❞ the demon points out, almost scoffing. ❝You would be celebrating! You would be ecstatic and exploding!❞ As if to show an example Anti himself glitches wildly, bursts of static and color where he stands.

JSE EDIT WEEK 6: favorite ego related things [1/?]    ↳ say goodbye

S t r i k e . 

(Wanted to draw Anti with a floof.) :)

nosac-glave​:

Despite the droplets he flung at her, she made no move to dodge them, allowing for them to splatter across her corpse like features. Clouded eyes, once a vibrant, brilliant blue, remained steadfast in their empty gaze. He reminded her faintly of something, of what or whom, she did not know; the energetic bursts of movement were all too familiar. Perhaps he reminded her of someone else she know, long past? Whatever the reason, it was with that deep seated patience, no matter how deep one had to dig to find it, that she did not attempt to take his head off then and there for encroaching on her space.

A token of our first meeting?

She bit back a laugh at that; perish the thought. Demon blood was something she needed for a barrier construct. Tokens? Trophies? Ah, it was supposedly an accepted fact that murderers would often keep mementos of their victims. She never got into that sort of thing; why bother keeping a physical memento, when you could keep their soul instead? That seemed far more a precious treasure than say, a measly clothing item, or a physical body part of a victim. Then again, souls were only valuable to her kind and others of the like; humans and other supernatural beings couldn’t have been bothered.

“You sound childish,” she mused aloud, unbothered by his words. It was amusing in a way, and in a sense she could detect a certain likeness; both of them seemed to be detached from something. Her with empathy, and to her, he appeared to be out of touch with….probably a lot of things if she cared to dig deeper.

“So I suppose you enjoyed your consequence?” Notice that she did not ask him if he’d like another puncture; she doubted he wouldn’t hesitate to take her up on her offer. Despite having obtained what she came for, she wanted to observe this one a bit more. 

@glitchedknives​

His eyes go black, for only a moment, watching the blood hit it’s target. She didn’t duck and dive, she didn’t try to avoid the splatter at all. Curiouser and curiouser! The longer this interaction kept going, the more interested he was in the other. Anti’s form glitched, static crackling in the air around the two. A part of him wishes to get inside her head, poke around and dig his claws in, but he senses that would end with him enduring more than just a slit throat.

The demon kept close, not afraid of another attack while still being wary of the possibility. He wasn’t sure if she’d try and take more of his blood, even more unsure if he wanted her to. Anti, despite being a demon and having various knowledge of things, doesn’t know the uses of demonic blood and has zero clue as to what the other could possibly want with it. Or what plans she may have to do with it.

Childish? That deterred the demon’s train of thought, his focus back to himself. He grinned wide, neck rolling and head jerking. ❝Got a problem with children?❞ Anti laughed. ❝ Or just a problem with childish acts? Or a problem with me? Am I annoying y̨̛͘ò̴̴u͘ųu͝u̵̕ư͡?❞ Childish was certainly a good descriptor for Anti when he was like this. A preferable attitude and way of being to murderous or crazed. Of course his moods could switch in the blink of an eye.

He raised his hand, a finger trailing across the wound before pulling at the  s p l i t  in his skin. ❝Well I sure as hell ain’t complaining!❞ More blood spilled down his neck, a dark crimson that stood out against his sickly pale skin. ❝You’re not the first to do this! That honor goes to m͞͞e-̡͡͝m̸̧͠ę̸-̕me̵̷!❞ Oh how he enjoyed reminiscing about that day, taking his blade to his host’s throat. This was before he had his own physical form of course, but he sure did enjoy inflicting injuries on himself the human’s body for fun.